The 3 symptoms of killing our dreams

Woke up really tired yesterday and today. I'm beginning to wonder if it's something in the pillows or the mattress that makes us both so sleepy. I had my retake exam yesterday between 08-14.  It felt better than the last time, I had reviewed the literature and written notes and such, but I don't dare get any hopes up. I just want to pass. The annoying thing is that we won't get the results back for at least a month, so  I just have to wait until then. I'm so relieved and content with my decision to not continue at Mittuniversitet! Being in contact with some of my old classmates and seeing and hearing how confusing they have it, just confirms my decision.
One of Ais's classmates was here in the afternoon and the girls played Dance center on Kinect. It's so much fun to watch them and enjoy the fact that they're being active and stimulated even though they're in front of the TV.
I was in a bit of a funky mood last night. I supposed the combination of going back to work, coming to grips with the fact that I have to wait to start studying again and all the changes in my everyday life that that's going to mean. I just wonder if I'm on the right path, if I'm living life and getting the most out of it. I came across this post from Paulo Coelho that got me thinking :

                                   The 3 symptoms of killing our dreams
The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.
(Copied from: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/07/31/3-min-reading-killing-your-dreams/)